At General Zod's words, his gaze shifted slightly, and he instinctively looked at Solomon.
In all fairness, his old friend's concerns were not unfounded.
The power bestowed by a yellow sun was simply too intoxicating. If tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of Kryptonians possessed the power to destroy stars in the future, any government or ruling order could be completely overturned by unchecked violence at any moment.
Yet Solomon remained unmoved by these heartfelt words.
Go to a planet with a red sun?
What a joke!
Without a yellow sun to charge them, how would he keep farming these Kryptonians for attributes?
To him, the yellow sun was a nonnegotiable bottom line!
The stronger these Kryptonians were, the better, and the more of them there were, the better, because every increase in strength they gained from basking in sunlight would ultimately feed back into his own attribute panel!
"Ten months of incubation will be enough for me to find you a new home."
Solomon coldly cut off Jor-El's concerns, an imperious will that brooked no defiance showing in his deep eyes.
"As for these supposed problems with losing control and managing them... with me here to keep them in line, forget a mere two hundred-even if there were two million Krypton Warriors at their peak, I could still suppress them if they dared cross the line! You have no idea what evolutionary potential lies hidden within your bodies. As long as you keep basking in a yellow sun, there is no upper limit to how strong you can become! Zod, make the arrangements immediately!"
Under the deterrence of absolute power, General Zod decisively chose to disregard Jor-El's warning and reported in a deep voice,
"Boss, the Genesis Chamber's hardware is ready, but to activate the life sequences,